Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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“So,” I say, actually relaxed, looking at him from beneath half–lidded eyes. “How did a nice boy like you get mixed up in all of this organized crime, anyway? Were you born to it, like me?”

“Nah,” he says, smiling at me indulgently and leaning a Mile

closer as well.

Then, to my surprise and pleasure, he begins to tell me his life

story.

I find myself paying rapt attention to Ivan’s story for the next half hour, sipping on the glass of tequila that the waiter again delivers, savoring the bite and the taste. He’s actually really, really interesting a totally self–made guy, climbing up through the

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ranks with nothing but sheer will, determination, and cleverness.

Despite myself, I’m impressed. Before all of this I had thought 1 liked the kind of prince–charming guys who would politely deliver you a rose and ask you, tentatively, if you’d be interested in being

courted.

But as I listen to Ivan, and let my eyes rove over his muscles and

his tattoos…I wonder, a little, if my tastes are changing.

As I consider it, my mind flashes – unwillingly – to Kent for a moment as well. He doesn’t have any tattoos, I note, or at least,

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none that I can see – but otherwise, these two are pretty similar…

back to Ivan, He sees me focus on him at that moment, a slow smile building on his face. He intuits, I think, that I like what

letting him see me do it.

falter for a moment as his eyes flash to my front teeth pressed

up to mine and he smiles, continuing his story. Pretending that he wasn’t distracted, though we

was.

I like that, maybe, a little too

is going on

– and jump in my seat, looking up at the fire–lit person standing in front of me –

When had the sun gone

then, and I realize that it’s Daniel standing there – his

up straight – not knowing, really, how

react.

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on, Fay,” he says firmly, angrily, grabbing my arm and pulling me up from my

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man,” Ivan says, frowning and standing up. “We were just

murmurs, dragging me forward.

him pull me, glancing back at Ivan–not quite saying sorry, but, in fact, a little sorry and embarrassed

hand wrapped around my upper arm. “Let

pissed off. “Do you even know who

you were talking to?”

Ivan,” I

repeats,

embarrassed to see that everyone is staring at us.

respond

dad’s greatest enemy? The guy who tried to

honestly don’t

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arm, Mr. Lippert,” a voice says,

turn my head to see my father standing there, glaring